Jack
I’ve never been so nervous in my life. I wanted everything to be perfect. I had reserved the private gazebo outside on the grounds of the Grand Hotel. It had been decorated with twinkling lights, white roses, and thick white pillar candles. The wooden floor had been sprinkled with white and red rose petals.
I had hired a private chef to prepare the meal, with strict instructions on which ingredients he could and could not include while he prepared the Matsusaka beef and fresh lobsters that I had flown in from Maine. I didn’t care that the Grand hotel restaurant had two Michelin stars, I didn’t trust them with Robyn’s food.
Phoenix had dressed up for the occasion, wearing his best black suit, with a deep maroon tie. I was wearing my charcoal grey suit, with a black shirt unde
